Memoir

Captain Blackthorn
Henry Ashcroft had always been drawn to the quiet sanctuaries of history, where stories whispered through the cracks of time. On a rainy evening in his family’s sprawling estate, he found himself seated at an oak desk in their ancient library. The air smelled of leather and damp parchment, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the shelves.
By Karun 12 months ago in Chapters
Late night attraction
Late night attraction It was almost two o'clock in the night. It's raining outside, water drops are rolling down the window glass. Neela stood by the window looking into the deep darkness. Suddenly the phone rang. A familiar name on the screen — Arnav.
By MD ONIK HASAN12 months ago in Chapters
Espionage
Espionage, also known as spying, is the act of secretly collecting information about governments, organizations, or individuals. It has been an important part of history and is often used by countries to gain intelligence about their enemies or rivals. Espionage can involve secret agents, technology, and hidden codes. This article will explore the history, methods, risks, and effects of espionage in simple and easy English.
By Farhan Sayed12 months ago in Chapters
A Forgotten Dream
The next morning, Kezia’s father received a letter from the police station, ordering him to appear there immediately. He did not tell Kezia about this. She didn’t go to school today, and Lucy didn’t go to school either. Kezia could clearly understand why Lucy wasn’t going to school today.
By Karan w. 12 months ago in Chapters
A Forgotten Dream
That night was heavy; as many eyes as there are in the world, they remain thirsty to peer into the sorrow and pain of others' lives, as if another's suffering is the most ruthless form of entertainment.
By Karan w. 12 months ago in Chapters
A Forgotten Dream III
Kezia sat there emotionless for a while until her father came into the kitchen to prepare dinner and woke her up. You went to Lucy's house, didn't you? Why are you back so soon?" he asked, looking at Kezia with a surprised expression.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
Dangerous charm
It was dangerous for a man with such charm to be walking freely on the streets. Thats where my story begins. I met him one spontaneous afternoon, at the dock at Canary Wharf. He grabbed my attention the minute I saw him, it took him two to make me approach him. I was an impulsive lady, back then all I cared about was fulfilling my heart. Every person who has once been young would understand, I found ways to make my days colourful, I used to have this fire inside of me, that I suppressed a while ago.
By Fantyabout a year ago in Chapters
Instructions to Be Solid: An All out Manual for Wellbeing
Wellbeing is significant to an effective and useful life. Great wellbeing is physical, mental, and close to home, and can be accomplished exclusively through a healthy lifestyle. In the feverish existence of today, it is easy to disregard straightforward propensities for wellbeing, yet with some cognizant exertion, anybody can have a solid existence. In this article, various tips on the most proficient method to be sound and accomplish absolute health are talked about.
By MD.NAIM MIAHabout a year ago in Chapters
From Rock Bottom to Resilience: A Journey of Healing After Betrayal
The journey started at a moment of profound betrayal. The relationship I had dedicated myself to—filled with affection, confidence, and optimism—was destroyed when deceit and broken commitments became irrefutable. The distressing realization of this betrayal left me feeling adrift and devastated as I faced the harsh truth: the individual I loved had undermined the very basis of our bond.
By Rabia Rizwanabout a year ago in Chapters
I Got Hit in the Kidney by a Four Wheel Drive when I was Eighteen
When I was eighteen I spent most weekends on a beautiful Island in Queensland, Australia. The only way to get there was by water taxi and barge so it was relatively unaffected by tourism. This island was still quite wild in the eighties, and so were its free-spirited people.
By Bathtub Narrativesabout a year ago in Chapters
She Left, But Her Love Never Did
I first met her in high school. She wasn’t just another girl in the hallways—she was my best friend’s younger sister, always tagging along at school events. At first, she was just a familiar face, but then we started talking. And talking. And talking.
By Raghu Rajabout a year ago in Chapters
From Africa to Dubai: An Exhausting Journey of Resilience and Hope
After an exhausting journey from Africa to Dubai and then to Oslo, we have finally arrived at Oslo airport. Our hotel is just a short bus ride away, approximately 2 to 4 minutes. The weather is quite chilly, so we should take the bus to the hotel. This will undoubtedly be my most expensive bus ride, as the hotel is about 1 to 2 kilometers away, but the bus route extends it to around 4 to 5 kilometers. We paid 80 crores per person, which is roughly 8 or 9 dollars. Welcome to Norway!
By Alishba Malikabout a year ago in Chapters